Chapter 6

When everyone had said their hellos, Helga spoke. "Harry, you are here to train. I will be teaching you Herbology and medical magic, as well as meditating. Rowena will teach you charms, transfiguration, arithmancy, and ancient runes.

Godric will be teaching you Defense Against the Dark Arts. Salazarr will teach you potions and Dark Arts. We will all help train you in hand to hand combat and helping you master hiding quick draw daggers. We will also teach you occulemency. We will teach you how to throw daggers and master many different kinds of sword fighting. We will teach you physical shields and magical shields.

"Each one of us has given you an ability. I believe Merlin gave you beast speak? And Salazarr gave you parseltongue. I believe Rowena gave you the gift of Metamorphagus and Godric gave you compulsion. The other founders and I will teach you how to deal with the abilities bestowed upon you. Oh, dear me, I never told you what I gave you! I gave you the ability to tell when you are being lied to. No one could lie to you. I also gave you the gift of natural healing and also gave you the ability to be a natural occulemens and legimens. No one could ever tell that you were looking through their memories. Now. I believe that we can spend a few years doing this and get you home before anyone knows you have gone."

She finished talking and led Harry up a huge marble staircase. "You will get a few, shall we say, visitors in your dreams. They will bestow gifts upon you. They are your ancestors, and a few gods and goddesses too. They will want to have us teach you how to use them, so be prepared to be worked to exhaustion. And tomorrow at eight, we have a morning run. Meet you in the hall at five till eight."

She opened the door to a blue and green room and gestured to him to enter. "This is your room while you are here. Sleep well." She left him. Harry went over to the bed, realising tat he was tired. He concentrated on breathing, and opened his eyes. He standing at the edge of a huge lake, but it wasn't really a lake. No lake is that big, he thought. A voice behind him startled him "No, it is not a lake. It is an ocean." Harry spun on his heel and came face to face with a lady in a softly flowing dress.

"I am Fleuve, the goddess of water. I am here because you need something from me to fulfill your Destiny. I am granting you a power called Inviti L'acqua, or Call Upon Water. You will be able to call water from lakes, rivers, streams, seas and oceans. You will also be able to call water from below ground. Use it wisely, and good luck."

She disappeared, but someone else moved to him. He turned to the ocean, but it was not an ocean anymore. Instead, it was a bloodstained battlefield. He turned back to face the figure, who had reached Harry. It was a tall man with a strong build and a lot of muscles. The man opened his mouth and said, in a deep soothing voice:

"I am Mars, God of War and Bloodshed. I am here to bestow a special power to you. it is called Cura, or Cure. You will be able to restore blood, mental health, remove memory blocks, heal amnesia, and all sorts of other 'incurable' things. You will be able to restore vampires to the world of the living. Werewolves will become human again if you decide to do so."

He stared at Harry a moment before leaving. Harry turned around and saw that the battlefield was gone. Instead, there was nothing. Just a meadow. Harry turned to see a woman in front of him.

She spoke , her voice like a soft breeze on a summer day. "I am Aria, Goddess of Wind and Air. Before you were born, a prophesy was made. It is

'The one born in the darkest hour will have the power needed to save all the realms. But he needs power from the heavenly bodies to do what one man never could. His army will be man and beast, the leader neither dark nor light, but a shade of grey. The light and dark leaders will fall to the Savior, and he will ride from the field of death through the stormy sky, uniting the living with the dead for all of eternity.'

"That is you. I am bestowing upon you the ability to call the winds to you to help should you need it. I am also giving you a telepathic link to me if you need to ask me something. Goodbye young Savior."

And then she was gone. Harry was mulling over the prophesy in his head. He was deciphering what 'uniting the living with the dead for all of eternity'. When he looked up, there was another woman standing in front of him.

" You are the one in the prophesy, the Chosen One. Though fire is not mentioned in the prophesy, I decided that I wanted to have you receive the ability to tame fire. You will also be able to touch fire without burning, and make it appear out of no where." She paused.

"Oh, I never introduced myself. I'm Fiamma, Goddess of Fire. After you unite the realms, come visit me sometimes. All the gods and Goddesses are so...formal. They don't know how to have fun! Bye!" and she was gone in a burst of flame.

After waiting a little while, with no one coming, Harry turned to look over the place where the ocean, battlefield, and meadow were. It was now a pool of water with plants around it. Vines, trees, flowers and bushes were everywhere.

"Beautiful, isn't it." Harry jumped when he heard the voice and felt the whisper of breath on his cheek. "Did I scare you?" he asked amusement evident in his voice. "Just a little" said Harry, his voice betraying that the man had spooked him rather badly.

The man came to stand in front of Harry. He looked a lot like Harry, with mussed up black hair and green eyes. But this man looked to be a little older than Harry.

"I am the God of All Life. My brother and I control the circle of life. My brother is the God of Death. He should be visiting you soon. Anyways. I am here to gift you with my knowledge of all things living, this means that you can call upon them if necessary.

If you need a buck to come impale a person on his antlers, focus on the deer and one or more will come. Them you can direct them. Oh, you can also call plants. If you need vines to wrap up some person, just focus on getting some. They will sprout up and will do whatever you direct them to do."

The man looked thoughtful for a moment, and then said " I believe that I am the last visitor you get tonight, or more accurately, this morning. See ya on the Other Side! And maybe sooner if I have any say in the matter."

The dream faded and Harry woke up. He climbed out of bed and glanced at the clock on the bedside table. He put his glasses on, bringing the clock into focus. It was quarter after seven.

(Happy? Im sending another part, just for you!)

Harry pulled on some dragon hide pants and a silk shirt, adding some battle robes over top of the charmed clothes. He went downstairs, and, following the smell of food, found the kitchen. The two women were sitting at the table, talking quietly. Helga sew him first.

"Oh, Harry. You are up early. Did anyone visit you? Did you get any new abilities?" Harry chuckled and replied: "Yes, a few people visited me. First was this lady who said she was the goddess of water. She told me that I could call on water to help me. She made it so i could control water, from anywhere. Then there was this man that said he was the God of war, and he gave me the ability to cure anything that normal healers cannot.

"Then there was the Goddess of air, and she gave me the ability to control air. Then there was this other girl, the goddess of fire, who gave me the gift of being able to tame fire. She said I could touch it and make fire too.

"The last person I talked to was the guy that called himself the God of Life. He gave me the ability to call on anything living to help me. Apparently, if I concentrate, I can call animals or plants to me. He scared me. I was sitting in the meadow after The Goddess of Fire left and I stood up to see the pool of water and the trees and plants when he whispered in my ear and nearly scared me out of my skin."

Helga and Rowena laughed and gave Harry a plate of eggs, bacon, sausage, and pancakes. Harry helped himself to a jug of pumpkin juice. He devoured the food on the plate and talked with Rowena about the uses of a summoning spell.

They were discussing the dark uses when Godric stumbled in, closely followed by Salazarr. The two men ate quickly, and they went out for a run. As they ran along the edge of a lake a bit bigger than Hogwart's, Harry thought about the prophesy. He asked Rowena what she thought it meant, and she replied

"Harry, I think that it means that you will be the one to vanquish the dark lord and relieve the leader of the light. By the way, who is the dark lord and the leader of the light?" Harry sighed and said "A man called Voldemort, who's name is really Tom Riddle, is the dark lord, and a man called Dumbledore is the leader of the light."

"Oh. Now tell me what the Life God told you." Harry repeated what the man had said and Rowena looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, you will meet more people tonight I guess. Try calling water to wrap around you like a coat. Harry scrunched up his face and soon a cloak of water flowed behind him. Godric looked up and saw the billowing water.

"Hey, thats neat! How did you do that?" Harry chuckled and recounted the dream last might to the men. After he finished the second telling, Salazarr said: "Hey, can you do that with fire then?"

Harry sent the water cloak back to the lake and made a fire one, exactly like the water, but made of brilliant red flames. Godric carefully examined the cloak as he ran, and as they neared the mansion, the fiery cloak disappeared in a puff of smoke.

As they made it inside, Rowena plled him to a room that was upstairs. It was circular and had targets scattered around the room. Rowena taught him the incantations for several French and Italian spells, rather than Latin, so that the person trying to block them had a harder time doing so.

The first spell that Rowena taught him was an Italian spell that caused lacerations to appear on the body of whomever the curse hits. The incantation for that one is lacerazioni. Harry cried out the incantation, and cuts appeared all over the target he was aiming at.

Rowena praised him and taught him another Italian spell that caused burns to appear on the hands of the effected person, most of the time causing them to drop their wand. "mani bruciate" Harry yelled, and the target had burns all over its hands.

He is very good. Thought Rowena. She sent him to Helga to do a herbology lesson. After herbology, DADA, and transfiguration, Helga took Harry from the meditating room to the battle room, where Salazarr taught him to throw daggers, Godric taught him to use several kinds of swords, including the katana. Helga and Rowena taught him hand to hand combat and defense.

So the days passed, and soon Harry had learned all that the founders had to teach. He could cast over a million spells, and could rattle them off without a problem. He could use the katana and long sword almost perfectly, and hardly ever missed with the throwing daggers.

He had met all the people he had to meet in his dreams, and could now call upon the weather, make it rain, snow, hail or make a storm, courtesy of the Weather Goddesses.

He also met the God of The Dead, Brother of God of the Living. The God of The Dead had given him the power to pull back someone that they truly cared about back from the Realms of the Dead.

He also met some of his ancestors. There was a great-great-great-great grandfather that gave him the gift of empathy. The rest did not give gifts, but told him about his history.

Last night, he met the Goddess of Love and Beauty, who gave him the gift of external and internal beauty. After the founders finished teaching him what they knew, they helped him with wandless magic.

He could do almost every spell wandless, but decided that when he dueled with other students and Dumbledore, he would use as little magic as possible. His gifts were his secret, except to Seamus, Draco, Blaise and Severus. He also decided to keep wandless magic a secret, excepting his friends. Harry realised with a start that he missed them.

He saw the God of life every night, but now they would sit on the ground by the pool and talk about life with the founders and at Hogwarts for Harry, and the gods and goddesses and animals and plants that talked to the God. Harry loved the idea of talking to plants and non-magic animals, so the god, who apparently liked Harry, gave him the extra gift. They sat and talked every night, from the time that Harry went to bed and when he woke up the next morning. When they talked, Harry felt like he was talking to a brother, or a best friend, or even a father.

Days passed, and Harry was ready to go back to his own Dimension. He had spent seven years with them. Before he did, the founders gave him presents. Godric gave him a necklace that would make his skin itch when there was someone who would try to assassinate him around. Rowena gave him a Ring that would change from blue to red if there was poison in what he was eating.

Helga gave him a soft silver cloak that would make him undetectable by anyone or anything. And Salazarr gave him two things: a bottle that changed colors, depending on the amount of danger in a certain place. Salazarr explained what each color meant, and Harry thanked him. Salazar handed him the last item, which was a small clock that had his name, and six other hands on it that could have names engraved in them.

Hary asked if he could engrave Seamus, Draco, Blaise, and Severus on four of the hands. Salazarr did, and the hands sprung to life. They spun around twice before coming to rest on 'home', where Harry's was at 'away but safe'. Harry thanked them all again, and Helga said "You can always come back for holidays. Just tap the letter you found in the vault and say the incantation that you used the last few times. Now be good, and don't forget us."

Then Helga hugged him. Rowena folloed suit, Godric gave him what he called a 'manly hug'. And Salazarr gave him a half-hug. "Be a good boy." Rowena told him. "Come back soon Harry!" Godric told him. Even Salazarr got emotional when Harry went to tap the parchment, and nearly knocked Harry over with a hug. In the seven years he stayed there, they were close.

Harry tapped the parchment and landed in the bathroom. He quickly washed himself in the still hot bath. He stepped out into the hall, and was going ot the kitchen when he saw the men looking guilty and excited in the sitting room.

A/N: Happy? I liked the idea of Harry being able to do just about everything. Sadly, there really are no actual lemons, or even a lime, in a lot of the story. This story is a little bit of everything, including slash.